End of September - Thieving Irons

With the glaze on your eyes from the morning sun light

You’re awake to the tunes on the radio from last night

A long night alone on this road in our minds

Whether we’re born free, or bound by the light

When the domino tips, let’s leave these old tricks behind

What a long night alone on this road in our minds

Rewind, rewind

Your crushing beauty, tinsel hair, bright red-gold eyes and simple stare

Tell me your story, tell me more than you need, with simple care

I’ll lay you down, and make it peaceful with love and seconal

When you’ve left, we’ll keep holding on

When the domino tips, let’s leave these old tricks behind

What a long night alone on this road in our minds

Rewind, rewind,

When September ends and it’s cold out again

We’ll dance on the floors and call out for friends